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self like a [[fishmummer]] these [[siktyten]] years ever since, his [[shebi]] | self like a [[fishmummer]] these [[siktyten]] years ever since, his [[shebi]] | ||
by his [[shide]], [[adi]] and aid, growing [[hoarish]] under his turban and | by his [[shide]], [[adi]] and aid, growing [[hoarish]] under his turban and | ||
| − | changing [[cane]] sugar into [[sethulose]] starch ([[Tuttut | + | changing [[cane]] sugar into [[sethulose]] starch ([[Tuttut's cess to him!]]) |
as also that, [[batin]] the bulkihood he bloats about when innebbi- | as also that, [[batin]] the bulkihood he bloats about when innebbi- | ||
ated, our old offender was humile, commune and ensectuous | ated, our old offender was humile, commune and ensectuous | ||
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haunt of the hungred bordles, as it is told me. Shop Illicit, flourishing like a lordmajor or a buaboabaybohm, litting flop a deadlop (aloose!) to lee but lifting a bennbranch a yardalong (Ivoeh!) the breezy side (for showm!), the height of Brew- ster's chimpney and as broad below as Phineas Barnum; humph- ing his share of the showthers is senken on him he's such a grandfallar, with a pocked wife in pickle that's a flyfire and three lice nittle clinkers, two twilling bugs and one midgit pucelle. And aither he cursed and recursed and was everseen doing what your fourfootlers saw or he was never done seeing what you cool- pigeons know, weep the clouds aboon for smiledown witnesses, and that'll do now about the fairyhees and the frailyshees. Though Eset fibble it to the zephiroth and Artsa zoom it round her heavens for ever. Creator he has created for his creatured ones a creation. White monothoid? Red theatrocrat? And all the pinkprophets cohalething? Very much so! But however 'twas 'tis sure for one thing, what sherif Toragh voucherfors and Mapqiq makes put out, that the man, Humme the Cheapner Esc, overseen as we thought him, yet a worthy of the naym, came at this timecoloured place where we live in our paroqial fermament one tide on another, with a bumrush in a hull of a wherry, the twin turbane dhow, The Bey for Dybbling, this archipelago's first visiting schooner, with a wicklowpattern waxenwench at her prow for a figurehead, the deadsea dugong updipdripping from his depths, and has been repreaching him- self like a fishmummer these siktyten years ever since, his shebi by his shide, adi and aid, growing hoarish under his turban and changing cane sugar into sethulose starch (Tuttut's cess to him!) as also that, batin the bulkihood he bloats about when innebbi- ated, our old offender was humile, commune and ensectuous from his nature, which you may gauge after the bynames was put under him, in lashons of languages, (honnein suit and praisers be!) and, totalisating him, even hamissim of himashim that he, sober serious, he is ee and no counter he who will be ultimendly respunchable for the hubbub caused in Eden- borough.
